I was upstairs, hiding in my cave
Of blankets, a warm, cozy grave
The light of my laptop brightened my face
My typing fingers, the keyboard they did grace

A story was forming, a simple thought
My eyes were calculating, stoic, a robot
But inside, my gears were turning, my brain was turned to high
And it felt like it had been days since I last saw the sky

What are you doing? Come downstairs!
Hah, why? It's not like you care.
I'm writing, I'm drawing, I'm thinking, leave me alone
To my fort of pillows I will go, hugging my cell phone

Technology is my life force, the Internet my food
It's a horrible, enjoyable addiction, lifting my mood
Come on, come here, come down, come near
No, I'll stay, it's better up here.